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And… uh… *nervous laugh* I suppose this chapter deserves a warning… so…
Warning: Aporro using 'interesting' methods to get what she wants.
Bleach is owned by Tite Kubo, meaning it does not belong to me. I am in no way, shape, and/or form claiming to be the owner/creator of these concepts, though I do claim any characters not apart of the original Bleach storyline (such as Aporro [in character, not name] and Vicenta Acere) mine. As such, I would appreciate fellow authors and readers to give credit where credit is due and not steal any of my characters and/or concepts. Thank you, and have a pleasant day.
Szayel sighed and picked up Aporro's exhausted body from the training mats, cradling her close to his chest as he threw a blank look at Grimmjow and grabbed Aporro's zanpakuto.
The blue-haired Arrancar was passed out on the heavily bent and damaged bleachers, his head thrown back and his mouth opened in a loud, ripping snore.
As they had every time they sparred, Grimmjow and Aporro and let their perceptions of time escape them and had ended up training for nearly twelve straight hours. Of course, they had collapsed. And, of course, Szayel was left to clean up the mess.
…Well, the only mess he would be cleaning up was the one his mate had made.
Grimmjow wasn't his responsibility.
Heaving another sigh, Szayel turned his back on his destroyed training room and headed down the hall, trying to banish the images of rubble and cracked walls and ceiling from his mind…
The last thing he wanted to deal with right now was the stress ulcers that would come from thinking about how much time and equipment he would have to use to repair things.
As he walked back to his room, Szayel got a good whiff of his mate and made a disgusted face, his nose wrinkling as he looked down at her.
She smelled terrible, and no way in hell was she going to get into their bed smelling like that and sticky… Because she would leave Szayel to change the bedding, and their bed was massive. It would very well take him two hours to change the bed sheets alone, not to mention the washing.
Twitching when he realized just how… domestic he was sounding, Szayel gave Verona a rather harsh kick when the Fraccion walked past him, letting the ensuing screech take the edge off of his annoyance.
When the sound of the Fraccion made Aporro stir, Szayel slowed and glanced down at her, waiting for her to settle before speeding up again. There was no point in needlessly waking her; she would end up wanting to talk or do something physical, and Szayel wasn't particularly in the mood.
After he had finished his regular work, he'd gone to check on Vicenta's computer… or, at least, he'd tried to.
Predictably enough, Vicenta had several security measures set up on not just her computer, but her lab, as well, for when one of her many alarms went off. What Szayel hadn't predicted, though, was how difficult it had been to get past the security… And the most he'd been able to glean from his efforts was, yes, another camera pod had been taken down, and, yes, a Vasto Lorde had done it.
No time.
No location.
No measured amount of force that had been exerted on the camera.
In short, no pertinent information.
And though Szayel had to thoroughly applaud his daughter for her security, he was feeling extremely pissy at the moment and couldn't bring himself to.
Sighing, Szayel tossed Barracuda Bicuda onto his bed as he walked through the door and headed straight for the bathroom, starting to unbutton Aporro's top as he did.
"Nnnngh…!!" Aporro squirmed as he set her down on the counter and propped her up against the mirror, "Stoppit… cold…"
"And I can assure you that the bath will be warm…" Szayel mumbled, pulling her into leaning against his shoulder so he could ease her coat off, "You can continue sleeping, if you wish, however you are not going to bed covered in sweat and filth."
"Asshat…" Aporro mumbled, though she still pressed closer to him. Her sleepiness fled when she was pushed back again, her eyes snapping wide open and a shocked and protesting squeak bursting from her mouth when her bare back met the icy glass of the mirror.
Aporro sat ramrod straight, then looked down at Szayel groggily and watched as he untied her hakama and started pulling.
"Nu-uh, nu-uh." Aporro mumbled and shook her head, pushing him away so she could stand and slip her own clothes off, "Not on the cold-ass counter… No fuckin' way."
"Fine, fine." Szayel said, backing away and holding up his hands in surrender. "Do it yourself."
Groggily quirking a brow at him, Aporro let her hakama fall in a puddle around her ankles and stepped out of it, walking over to him and pressing her chest against his as she tipped her head questioningly, "Is someone PMSing?"
"No, I'm not." Szayel snapped, twitching and sighing when she quirked a brow at him.
"Okay, then you're not on your man-period." Aporro drawled, much more lucid, slipping past him and sauntering over to the shower, "You're just stressed. That is much easier to fix…"
Szayel quirked a brow, then glanced back at his mate and watch as she slowly, deliberately swayed her hips on her way to the shower. "…Aporro, are you trying to seduce me as a method of improving my mood?"
Aporro paused, glancing back at him with a smirk, "Is it working?" Without waiting for an answer, she turned away and slipped into the shower, the water starting to run as she turned it on.
Szayel turned fully to stare after her with a blank face, his hands clasped behind his back and the lenses of his glasses-like mask starting to fog as steam filled the room.
After a moment, a slow, sly smirk tweaked his lips and he started slipping his clothes off.
Of course it only made sense for him to use her body as his stress toy…
…If only she would let him.
Even when she was drugged or exhausted, if she wasn't paralyzed it would be nearly impossible for Szayel to dominate…
Much like it was now.
The moment Szayel stepped into the shower, his shoulders were seized and he was slammed into the wall.
He groaned as her mouth smothered his, twitching when her fingers worked quickly down his body and made his knees buckle slightly. The moment Szayel had slid down the wall enough for his mate to hover over him, he found himself trapped between her legs, her hands grabbing his wrists and bending his arms behind his back.
Aporro was one of the few, if not the only person, he would submit to, if only just because she knew how to do it.
The woman was, aside from her crude mannerisms and assuming personality, voracious, and for reasons he had never quite understood she had only ever craved him. As an Arrancar, he could see this; life-mates, while they generally could be attracted to others other than their mate, typically weren't serious about it.
When she had been human, though… Szayel couldn't even begin to understand what had made her attracted to him back then, as he'd always been his usual self with her; he'd mocked her, used her, abused her, and was blatantly open about keeping her 'happy' only to suit his own needs.
And yet, as she did now, she'd never shown anything but a steadfast devotion to him that bordered on the obsessive. Not even his Fraccion had been like that…
…Szayel supposed it had been that devotion that had worn him down and warmed him up to the idea, and he supposed that he would have to say that… even before she had become an Arrancar, Szayel had come as close to loving her as a Hollow could ever get to genuinely loving another being.
"…Szayel…"
Snapping out of his thoughts at the croon, Szayel looked down, amber eyes narrowing slightly and twitching and his cheeks burning when he saw Aporro kneeling between his legs, looking up at him.
Aporro stuck her lower lip out slightly in a pout and tilted her head to the side, muttering, "What, is our sex life starting to bore you? Or am I just not doing a good job?"
"Ah, that's hardly the issue, Aporro." Szayel muttered back, sighing, "My apologies… I was just thinking…"
"I could tell…" Aporro looked down at his flagging member, stroking it slightly and making it twitch, "You're going limp…" She looked back up at him, her eyes narrowing in anger and a sadistic grin twitching on her lips, "Well, now that I have your attention again, I'll just have to—"
Szayel's eyes widened and his upper body snapped forward, his hands weaving into her hair as she took him into her mouth.
This was unusual, and nearly a sensory overload… Aporro rarely agreed to perform fellatio, and almost never initiated it on her own.
She must—
"Ah… AH!!" Szayel lurched again, his fingernails digging into her scalp when she pinched him off around the base of his member just before he reached his climax. His back bowed upwards and he tipped his head even further back, closing his eyes and breathing heavily through his mouth as hot water cascaded down his body and onto hers.
Still, despite the fact that the water was almost scalding, it wasn't nearly as hot as her mouth.
"Aporro…" He glared down at her, panting heatedly and unsure of whether or not the steam in the air was from them or the hot shower, "What is it… you want?"
"What do I want?" Aporro innocently, the hand still on his hip slipping between his legs so she could massage his scrotum, "What makes you think I want anything?"
"Y-You…" Szayel groaned, buckling and nearly falling when she wrapped her tongue around his head, her eyes still looking up at him expectantly with a quirked brow. The bitch… "You… ah… you're denying… me… release…"
Aporro immediately grinned, "So, you noticed." She grabbed his thigh and held him still when he jolted at her teeth lightly scraping him against a slightly protruding vein.
"Goddamn you, woman, what do you want?!" Szayel demanded in one strained, thin breath, his legs barely able to keep him up and his fingers getting slightly bloody as he scraped her scalp, though she seemed to ignore it.
Immediately, Aporro's face went blank and she pulled away from his hard member, pointedly ignoring his pleading whine and looking up at him seriously, "Kuchiki is hosting a party."
Bordering orgasm aside, Szayel found himself suddenly able to ignore the pleasure as he spoke in a tone just as serious as her own, "No."
Aporro quirked a brow, her lips pursing.
Szayel twitched; he didn't like that look. It meant she was about to do something drasti—
"URAAACH!!" The former Octava lurched yet again and struggled, suddenly burned by a white-hot blaze that was so intense his body couldn't decide whether he wanted to immerse himself in it further or push it away violently…
Aporro had her head turned slightly to the side, her face pressed flush against his pelvis as she deep-throated him, swallowing once… twice…thri—
"APOR–RO!" Now he was pushing her away. He was definitely pushing her away. Because he had well crossed the threshold of reaching his climax, but still hadn't peaked.
Why?
Because she still had her thumb and forefinger pinched around him so tightly he was sure a ring was going to be burned into his skin there.
But like he could actually manage to push her off; her free hand was gripping his hip with her superior Arrancar strength to hold him in place, and he was too disoriented to put any real effort into any actions other than the unconscious gyrating of his hips.
He couldn't think enough to properly push her away… all there was for him at the moment were sensations: an intense, slick heat, something thick and wet writhing around, flicking and pressing, engulfing, swallowing, swallowing…
Then, abruptly, his sex was pushed against the ridged roof of her mouth and they locked eyes again, Aporro working her tongue back and forth ever so slightly so that her teeth gently made a sawing motion against his flesh.
Szayel's chest was heaving, his ribs and sternum standing out proudly at each exhale and the world starting to spin and sparkle with dots of light.
Please… Szayel wasn't sure if he was really saying it or not, but he knew that, in his mind, he was pleading, Please, please, please, please…
She just continued to stare at him, one brow quirking slightly in a silent question.
Fine. Fine you can go. Just please… for the love of god, Aporro, please…
Aporro smirked, then closed her eyes and tilted her head the other way, taking him deep, deep, deep until he brushed the back of her throat.
Slowly, she unclamped her fingers and stroked his hips with both hands once, twice, then she swallowed…
And Szayel blacked out.
When Szayel woke again, he was warm and dry and laying on a clou—
"Son of a bitch…" Szayel murmured, sighing and pressing a hand to his forehead. When he heard a snicker beside him, he glanced over and glared at his mate.
Aporro glanced over at him from her book and grinned, her eyes dancing amusedly and her glee all the more obvious with her face completely exposed, her long hair pulled up on the back of her head in a twist.
"Well," She started after a pause, "I'll have to remember that the next time I want something, won't I?"
Szayel glared harder.
Aporro snickered, then leaned over and cupped his jaw, drawing him up into a kiss.
Szayel let her, but not passing up on leaving her nursing a slightly bloody lip.
Chuckling and wiping the blood off with her thumb, Aporro turned her attention back to her book and sucked the red off absentmindedly, murmuring, "So, what were you stressed about, anyway?"
The former Octava sighed and went to answer, then blinked. After a moment, he let a grin slip his face and tipped his head back, covering his eyes with one hand as he laughed.
Because, for the life of him, he couldn't remember.
Fun in The Sanctuary~!
My Party Senses Are…!!
Szayel sits back on his bed, propped up against a pillow with a book cradled in his lap.
Despite the fact that they are still, technically, fighting, Aporro is sleeping next to him peacefully, laying out flat on her stomach with her pillow pushed aside in favor of sleeping with a completely flat spine, her head turned to the side to allow her to breathe.
All around them and their room, El Sanctuario is silent, still… most sleeping, and those who aren't calmly going about their business without so much as a whisper of fabric or shoe against the floor.
Szayel loves these moments; he's come to relish them.
Because they're some of the few moments he doesn't have to tear his hair out worrying over whether his mate has been, is, or is going to be doing something stupid.
Or worse… doing something smart and then using it for her own sick entertainment. Briefly, Szayel gets the feeling his mate has been hanging around him for too long and needs more female friends…
Still, for now, she is quiet, and as Szayel glances over at her, an unconscious, small smirk twitching on his lips at her innocently prone form, he's glad that there are few things in their world that could wake her up.
And, considering how quiet The Sanctuary is, he highly doubts any of those things will occur…
…Well… there is… one thing…
One thing that, inexplicably, wakes her up every single time without fail.
Szayel has yet to find a medical reason for it, but he's sure there has to be one…
After all, it simply isn't normal for—
Suddenly, Aporro snaps into a sitting position and grins off into space, wide awake in less than a second.
"Byakuya Kuchiki is throwing a party."
Szayel doesn't care what he has to do to get his answers; someday, he will know how her 'party senses' work!!